Quiet Choir
Quiet Choir When I sit and watch the rain Time does not exist There are no hours, no minutes, no days Just sounds I can't resist The pitter patter of pluvial chatter Lulls my wandering mind The fluttering of bathing birds Drowns out the thought of time If I could stay upon my porch Until the clouds pass on I'd consider myself a lucky man On every coming dawn When I sit and watch the rain Time is but a word Of little use Of little worth To the thrum of nature's verve. J.M.Rogers